Creeping up on dawn again.

So it turns out that Bartleby, in its verse section, has Gertrude Stein's Tender Buttons in its entirety. A blind agitation is manly and uttermost. No denying that!

If you are bored and have a few minutes to waste, this may provide some entertainment.

Also, I thought Billiam was supposed to be dead. If he is, then he's the only fictional corpse now posting on LJ.

Ah, another wasted night. I could have spent that time posting more pictures to Citynoise. Now I must sleep and dream and not remember my dreams. So it goes.

Time Out

I just checked the newspaper. There is actually one minute more of daylight tomorrow than there is today. So this is one of those years when the solstice is on the 22nd, rather than the 21st. Hmph. So the pictures I took yesterday were not of the last day of spring, as I had planned. Oh, the best laid plans, and all that.

Brain, brain... now, where did I leave that brain...?